Nocturnal Mystery

The sun is down

and you’re standing on the platform all alone

with night

that friend who never questions…

But dawn is looming

with its predictable answer

never asking what went on before

 as you stand there and wonder…

Does all confusion surrender to the darkness

or is there but one confusion

wherein your mind is set free

to rush through the empty spaces and moments…

Looking beyond what your eyes betray

  you sit down at the back of the platform

and open your journal

while closing your eyes…

New words to be told

no time to be old

one truth to behold

—and write

(Fairmount Park: December, 2015)